1. Over the ground, There comes a sound, It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand! Quiver with fear, If you are near, It is the thunder of the Shadow and his band! And all who plunder learn to understand, The cry of:

Chorus: Ho! So we sing as we are riding, ho! It's the time you'd best be hiding low, It means the Riffs are abroad! Go! Before you've bitten the sword!

Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you, so! In the night or early morn, you know, If you're the Red Shadow's foe, The Riffs will strike with a blow, That brings you woe!

2. No darkest night can bring respite Or still the drum, drum, drum, of hoofbeats in the air, No flying steed can match in speed, The swiftness of the Shadow's vengeance drawing near! Fear grips the heart, when they the message hear, The clarion clear, the challenge: (Chorus)